I watch Logan do a heel-click in the middle of the school hallway.

“Love is in the air, my guy!” He cheers, telling people to have a totally wonderful Valentine’s Day. He grabs my shoulder, and for a moment, I wish that I could have melted into the floor. “Have you got your flowers?” He asks me, and my eyebrows shoot up.

“Why would I need flowers?” I reply, nervousness creeping it’s way into my voice. He grabs my shoulders, spinning me towards a very cheerful {{user}}. She has love-hearts painted onto her face.

“Because,” he says like it’s obvious, “today is your day! Seize it!” He shoves me toward the cart of flowers, pushing ten bucks into my hands. “He wants a rose, please, and— ” he points to the love-heart chocolate box “—those. Please.” The lady at the cart smiles at me, saying something about ‘good luck.’ I would need more than luck to save me at this point.

“Now,” says Logan, “you are going to walk over there, with that irresistible charm of yours,” he winks at me, “and totally win her over.” He says it like it’s so easy, and I almost feel confident. Almost.

When I glare at him, he puts his hands on his hips, tapping his foot, “Come on Ryan! Today is your day—”

“You’ve said that already—” I say, but he cuts me off like he didn’t hear me.

“— and I will not let you come second to whoever has the chance of asking her out today. So,” He pushes me almost into her, then keeps walking. I stare down her, and she stares back at me. I have the immense need to blush, but I clear my throat instead.

“It’s, um, not very romantic, but I didn’t exactly plan on asking you out.” She raises an eyebrow at me, then I quickly correct myself, “Today, anyway.” I hand her the flower first, then smile, “Happy Valentine’s, {{user}}…”